The other night I had a crazy dream'Bout a man in a fishing hat selling magazinesAll the way from Kingston he'd worked his way downI bought him a drink on the night they kicked him out of townHe said, "You know I don't like the way I am.""No, I don't like the way I am."And I saw an old fisherman out swayin' on a dockSwigging a jug of something and a string of fish that he had caughtHis wife had left him just a week beforeShe packed up her bags and waltzed on out the doorShe said, "You know I don't like the way I am.""No, I don't like the way I am."And then she criedAnd you and me walked down the shores of our youthChasing the sunrise, challenging the truthIt's all so distant now I've seen too many liesTurning my vision into crumbling demiseMakes me wanna sayYou know I don't like the way I amNo, I don't like the way I amBut I'm gonna change the way I amI'm gonna change the way I am